One day later, Moscow

In front of the bus stop, the minibus stopped. Pamela got off the bus with a shopping bag filled with food. She looked like a housewife who had just finished shopping for food. She walked slowly and leisurely around the corner with a leisurely expression, and turned back again a minute later.

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After confirming that she was not being followed, Pamela ducked into an old building on the roadside.

He quickly went up to the second floor, and then knocked on the door of the third room once and twice.

After a while, the door opened a crack. Ethan glanced at Pamela outside, stepped aside, and Pamela entered. After Ethan looked around, the door closed again.

Pamela walked into the house and took off her disguise. There were already two people waiting there in the living room. There was a sound of footsteps behind her, and Ethan said:

"Okay, everyone is here. Let me introduce you first. This is Pamela Randy, from the Counterintelligence Center, and is also our patron this time. These are Luther and William."

Ethan introduced the two parties to each other, and Pamela nodded at the two of them. He had never met these two members of the IMF, but to be chosen by Ethan, there must be something special about him.

"Okay, come over here..."

Ethan led everyone to another room, which was originally a bedroom and was now transformed into a temporary briefing room. Various clues were plastered all over the wall.

Obviously, they have done a lot of work before.

The IMF's style has always been vigorous and vigorous.

"Guys, I call this rescue operation the 'Moscow mission'. First of all, there is good news and bad news..."

"The good news is that we found the whereabouts of your friend without much effort."

As Luther took over the conversation, several photos appeared on the projector.

"The photo shows a farm on the outskirts of Moscow. Its true identity is a secret prison of the FSB in Moscow. The CIA has been monitoring this place for a long time, and we were lucky enough to take this set of photos."

Following Luther's words, several photos were switched on the projector in turn. In two of them, a black hooded man could be clearly seen being escorted into the farm.

"What's the bad news..."

Pamela knew it wasn't that simple.

It was William who took over the conversation this time. He shrugged and said: "The bad news is that not only are your friends imprisoned in the farm, there are also several political prisoners. The security level here is comparable to that of the Kremlin. The only difference is that

, the Kremlin also has an open day for tourists to visit, but this farm does not!"

William's tone is slightly playful, but the message conveyed is not light-hearted.

"Then what should we do?"

Pamela knew that Ethan was certainly not talking nonsense when he told her so much.

"We have formulated two plans, but no matter which plan it is, the result of the deduction at the farm is failure. Therefore, we must find a way to get them to send your friend out, but we are still thinking about this method...

”

Ethan looked at Pamela and shrugged, indicating that he still needed some time, but Pamela suddenly laughed.

"Perhaps, I have a way to try."

After saying that, regardless of the doubtful looks in the three people's eyes, Pamela took out her mobile phone and dialed.

Call connected

"Olov, I am Pamela Landi..."

That's right, the way she thought of was to call Orlov directly. Instead of thinking about what she had and what she didn't, she might as well tell Orlov directly that she had enough chips to exchange Jack with him.

I believe Olof will be interested.

As for the exchange, who cares, anyway, all Pamela wants is for the other party to take Jack out of the farm.

On the other end of the phone, Olof looked at the hung up phone and turned to look at the subordinate next to him.

The subordinate shook his head: "Sorry, sir, the other party hung up the phone at 41 seconds. Obviously, she knows our tracking system very well."

These cunning Americans.

Orlov didn't care, he didn't have much hope.

Reminds me of what I just said on the phone:

Exchange? Chips?

Orlov became very interested. He looked at the dying Jack next to him. It seemed that this guy was very important to Pamela. Unfortunately, he had exhausted all his methods in the past two days and could not get anything useful out of this guy.

Information.

The next day, the time came to ten o'clock in the morning, half an hour before the time agreed by Pamela and Olof.

In the satellite surveillance picture, a convoy of six vehicles stopped in front of a building on the farm. Two men in black suits put a guy in prison uniform into the escort vehicle. The convoy started, and the car wrapped the escort vehicle and drove away from the farm.<

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"The target leaves the farm, and each team prepares."

Luther's voice came from the headset.

Across Moscow, everyone who heard the announcement waited silently.

In the corner of a coffee shop, Luther stared at the nine-square grid screen in front of him. In this operation, not only was the CIA's satellite assisted, he also hacked into Moscow's traffic monitoring system.

Next to him was Benji, who looked eager to try. Benji was Pamela's subordinate. Knowing that he would cooperate with the IMF this time, he begged for nothing to let Pamela take him.

"The target has arrived at the first coordinate point and is ready to implement control."

Luther counted silently in his mind, and then pressed the Enter key. Benji next to him looked excited. He had been a die-hard fan of the IMF for a long time, but had never had the chance. This time he finally saw with his own eyes how they work.

In the surveillance video, the convoy was about to arrive at an intersection. The traffic lights suddenly malfunctioned and the traffic lights flashed green. The car that was about to start suddenly stepped on the brakes and was rear-ended by the car behind it.

At the other end, the car going straight was trying to speed up but was knocked over by a car that suddenly appeared from the side.

In the blink of an eye, the intersection turned into a mess, and car horns honked non-stop.

"Sir, there is a traffic accident ahead, we are about to detour to Factory Road."

The announcement from the lead car came through the headset, and Orlov smiled sarcastically. In the sky, a helicopter was hovering. Orlov, who was sitting inside, looked at the chaos below.

Of course he knew that the traffic jam must be a little trick caused by Pamela, but he didn't stop it. He just wanted to see what tricks the other party was planning to play.

This time he guessed that Pamela would not deal honestly, and had already laid a dragnet. He even applied for a helicopter in an air traffic control place like Moscow, just to catch them all.

"The No. 1 coordinate point is successfully controlled, and the No. 1 vehicle is ready."

Seeing the convoy successfully turning, Luther said in the headset.

"Car No. 1 received."

On the roadside, Ethan agreed, put on his helmet, lowered the windshield, and the motorcycle roared into the subway station, causing a flurry of excitement.

Ethan was running fast in the subway station, and passers-by were startled by the unique sound of the motor and fled away.

The motorcycle rushed past the subway security personnel, flew off the platform amidst the rapid whistle of the other party, and disappeared into the culvert in an instant, leaving only chicken feathers on the platform.

On the ground, Luther stared closely at the computer screen.

"The target will enter the designated location in twenty seconds. Ethan, are you there yet?"

"Ten seconds left."

In the subway culvert, Ethan raced against time on his motorcycle. He soon saw the mark on the ground and looked up at the roof of the cave.

"I'm here."

After hearing Ethan's reply, Luther let out a sigh of relief, and finally caught up at the last moment.

His attention turned back to the screen again. On the screen, the convoy was about to arrive at the designated location.

Luther pressed the Enter key again, and the traffic lights in front of the motorcade changed.

The red light came on and the convoy in the entire direction began to slow down.

Luther began to count down.

10……

9……

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2……

1……

The countdown reached zero, and when the line in front of the escort truck coincided with the line on Luther's screen, Luther pressed a button.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom~~~

The moment the button was pressed, a series of explosions suddenly occurred around the escort vehicle. As dust flew up, the entire escort vehicle suddenly disappeared from the place.

A perfect directional blasting was completed.

The escort vehicle and the rectangular ground beneath it seemed to be swallowed up by a huge mouth.

Orlov's eyes widened in the sky. Before he could realize why a car disappeared out of thin air, there were two more muffled sounds, the bracket of the billboard on the roadside broke, and the entire billboard was smashed straight up.

Come down.

With a loud bang, the billboard fell to the ground and was tightly sealed at the entrance of the hole.

"Yeah~~"

In the coffee shop, Benji couldn't help but cheer for this surgical rescue. After cheering, he realized that everyone around him was looking at him, smiled awkwardly, and then quickly left as Luther put away his computer.

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Chapter completed!